Me Humilló por Pobre, y Ahora Me Suplica

Lisa's POV

Every friend I had right here at the pack, had gone to watch the firecrackers that were being lit.

They were all celebrating, and joyful that the moon goddess had poured out blessings on the pack as everything was flourishing quite well. But it was not the same with me.

I was left behind, sitting just by the coal side. Not because I did not want to join the rest of them, but I could not.

The segregation against me in the pack was so much, that I wonder how Aniella was able to keep me as a friend.

It was not just any night, but the eve of my birthday, and that was the part that hurt me the most. Certainly, there will not be any special celebrations from my birthday, as it was always me wishing myself that I will be stronger the next year, and better.

Every time I wished it was possible, but I stopped when I realized I did not feel any better. More problems as the year went, more of me not being able to control my life, more of being treated like a filthy rag.

I was going to turn eighteen the next day, and unlike Aniella and the rest of the wolves that had turned earlier, my wolf had still not been awoken.

From there, my eyes overlooked the lights that shone from a distance, and I was certain that indeed they were all merry and having the best moments of their lives, while I was left to sulk alone.

I tried to not feel bad, but it was hard, I was already frustrated, and there was no way I could pretend that everything was okay when I was not.

Shutting my eyes, Claire's exact words began to replay in my head.

"It's weird that you even dressed up for this event, do you have no shame?" Her voice resounded clearly, every single one of it piercing my heart.

"I mean, how did you even consider being in such a gathering. Do you have no idea that the elites of this pack will be gathered there? You are just a piece of trash Lisa, and the earlier you realize that, the better. Goodness! Your guts."

She spat on me when she finished mocking my existence out of me, and left with her hips swaying from side to side.

I was certain that she was trying to remind me that I was not only a slave at the pack, but my body build was none the least attractive.

Even my skin did not feel like theirs. As much as Aniella tried to make me feel among, some things could not be hidden.

Their skin had this glow that could make the firmest of heads turn over, meanwhile, I could walk past a gathering of men and I would not be noticed. Except I am being spotted out by the likes of Claire, who wanted to put it in my face at every single opportunity that I was nothing.

My hands ran to my ears, as her voice kept on replaying in my head, all of it.

The only mistake I had made at that moment, was trying to fit in and join the celebration. I was part of the pack, so I saw no wrong trying to celebrate that the pack was flourishing.

"What did I ever do?" I screamed out, with my feet dropping to the ground.

"Moon goddess, what is all of this? What is this plan you have in store because nothing seems okay. I am..." I faltered, as my lips quivered, with my voice breaking into tears.

My left palm ran to my lips to stop myself from crying out loud. No one was there, but I had come to know that no one really cared about my tears.

I sobbed into my palms with my heart bleeding. Pouring out every single emotion with the tears that rolled out, as the words were hooked to my throat.

Who do I even want to cry to, or what exactly did I want to cry about? That I was made to go through the treatment of a slave?

It would have been quite fair, if I was not a slave but I was one and even though I still say it to myself every time, it was hard to accept that my life was programmed to go that way.

As the tears went on, I began to feel a surge of heat rise within me.

I was aching this time, not just emotionally but physically too.

"Ouch," I shrieked out, with my hands rushing to my chest, while my right hand supported my weight that was already dropping to the floor.

The room was dark too, and the only light that was visible was the one that shone from the lit coals.

My right hand moved around me, trying to search for a phone, anything to use inform Aniella that I was not okay since she is the only one that cared. But I could not find any.

The pain increased, with my face still scrunched up. It even got to my abdomen, it felt like the pain was spreading through my body.

I just could not control myself anymore, and it felt like a different being had taken over my body.

I was feeling this excitement within, but still the process was painful.

What a good way to spend the eve of my eighteenth birthday, I thought again, while another hot streak of tears landed on my cheeks.

Nothing was fair to me.

Unable to calm myself down, I raised myself up and began to scamper out of the room.

I was weak, but I just had to get to Aniella first.

The woods was dark, and the only thing that gave me hope was the light that came from afar.

My legs were going faster than my brain could carry me, and the pain that began to turn to some kind of excitement, only made me feel restless.

Tears welled in my eyes, which caused my vision to be blurry. And before I knew it, I had bumped into someone.

My nose did not forget to note the sweet scent of earth, and Lavender that emanated from the body as my weak legs dropped me to the floor.

"Sorry," I managed to utter, as my body falling caused rustling in the leaves.

"Now, who have I bumped into?" I wondered as I heard a dissatisfied and harsh scold.

“What the hell?”